My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1943 Telling Her The Truth

In fact, this was not the first time Jefferson had bitten Adrienne's face. However, he had never bit her this hard before. It used to be just a joke and Adrienne never felt pain from it, so she had never gotten that angry.

The reason she was angry right then was mainly because of Jefferson's tone. He told her that she was not allowed to do whatever he told her not to. Wasn't he just treating her like a pet by saying so?

Nevertheless, Jefferson did not seem to realize how angry Adrienne was. He moved closer to her and rested his head against her face. He reminded her, "Baby, be good and listen to me! Don't be angry anymore."

"If you want to bite me, then bite me, but don't expect me not to be mad after." Adrienne was so angry that she raised her fist at him. Yet, she retracted when she thought that her hand would be hurting instead. "Jefferson, do you think I'm your pet?"

"Yes," Jefferson admitted as he nodded.

Adrienne was about to explode at his answer. "Jefferson!"

He immediately added, "I'm also your pet." "Get out of here!" Adrienne yelled.

Who would want to raise such an arrogant pet?

Whoever wanted this pet could take him.

"Alright, that's enough. It's getting late. Let's go take a bath and get some sleep," Jefferson suggested with a wide smile.

Although Adrienne was still mad, she didn't forget what he had promised her earlier. "Jefferson, I'm being serious here. Tell me everything or don't blame me for not going easy on you."

"What do you mean? Adrienne, I don't understand what you're talking about." Jefferson was ready to tell Adrienne what had happened, but when he wanted to speak, he just couldn't get the words out. He had his qualms and worries.

"Are you messing with me again?" Adrienne felt wronged as she bit her lip and stared at him with her tearful eyes. It seemed as though if he were to say anything to tick her off again, she would never bother to ask him anything again.

Adrienne's soft but ruthless character would made him feel helpless at times. If he did not come clean to her now, Jefferson knew that Adrienne would never pester him about it again. In other words, she would distance herself from him.

Jefferson did not want that to happen, so he confessed, "Little Specky, what I'm going to say next could be quite shocking to you and you may not be able to take it well, so I need you to be mentally prepared before I tell you about it."

The look on Jefferson's face was solemn as he cupped her face within his palms. Adrienne rarely saw such an expression on his face, and her heart began to palpitate as she urged, "Just tell me. Don't worry about me. I've witnessed the death of both my parents and made it through that. There's nothing I can't handle."

"My little idiot!" Jefferson pressed his thumbs against her slightly parted red lips. "You little idiot, I..."

Adrienne slapped away his hand and scolded, "It's useless to be sentimental at times like this. You'd better come clean with me now."

Jefferson was a little distressed. He was worried about her, but she clearly did not appreciate it at all.

"Well?" Adrienne pressured. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"I went to meet the mastermind behind Freya's case last night." Jefferson observed Adrienne's expression closely but it showed nothing unusual. After a short pause, he continued, "That person was also involved in your parents' case."

After saying that, Jefferson's gaze remained on Adrienne, without blinking even once. Unexpectedly, Adrienne asked in a calm tone, "I know that person too, right?"

Jefferson was stunned by Adrienne's reaction. He nodded mechanically and answered, "Yes."

Adrienne questioned again, "And I'm very familiar with that person, correct?"

"Yes." Jefferson nodded again. He appeared relaxed, but deep down, he was nervous as his hands, which were hanging by his sides, had already clenched into fists.

Upon receiving his confirmation, Adrienne breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps it was because he had confirmed her guesses, or it could be something else. "I think I know who you met up with last night," Adrienne uttered.

Jefferson's eyes widened in surprise as he asked, "You know who it was?"

Adrienne smiled bitterly. "I could roughly guess it." Jefferson paused.

He remained silent for quite a while. He didn't know if Adrienne's guess was correct.

In his opinion, Adrienne's guess was probably wrong. Otherwise, she would not be this calm.

However, Adrienne soon gave Jefferson the answer, "If I'm not mistaken, the person you've risked your life to meet last night must be my father who died two years ago."

Adrienne had a warm and gentle smile on, but it looked oddly unfamiliar to Jefferson. It was as if he had never seen it before, and he felt like he no longer knew her, the girl who he grew up with.

Jefferson was still in shock when Adrienne added, "Jefferson, don't interrupt me, let me take another guess. I think my father is not dead. He must have been living under a new identity."

It was as if a loud bang was heard.

At that instant, Jefferson felt like someone had just thrown a grenade on his head. His ears were buzzing, and he could not think straight.

Adrienne wasn't reacting like how a normal person would at all. She was so composed, to the point where it could send chills down one's spine.

Adrienne didn't need to seek his confirmation as his expression had already given it away. Under Jefferson's shocked gaze, Adrienne continued to analyze, "But I couldn't figure out why he would fake his death? And who was the person who helped him with his plan?"

She looked at Jefferson and questioned with a slight smile, "Jefferson, do you know why he faked his death?"

However, Adrienne didn't give him any chance to answer. Instead, she speculated, "He must have faked his death so that he could disappear from this world. So I'm guessing that he's using his new identity to do things he dared not do in the past. The person who helped him with the plan must be someone out of the ordinary. He or she is definitely someone powerful and they might even have their men planted among us, which explains why we haven't been able to solve the case for the past two years. Well, I have someone in mind, but I can't be sure."

Jefferson did not expect that Adrienne could be this analytical. He was about to ask her how she had managed to guess all these when she spoke again, "I asked Mr. Zelson for a favor when I was at the headquarters today. I told him to show me the records for my parents' case. There was nothing wrong with them, but he mentioned something peculiar. You both think that the truth will hurt me, which simply means that the murderer must be someone closely related to me. There's no one else I could think of apart from my parents."